Endurance
By GL
In
The memory of
Distant memories that burns the chest
Like sips of Hennessey
No chaser
Chased by smug-faced oppressors
Whose job it is to arrest us
Oppress us
For being what we was seeing
At a younger age
Observation of our surroundings
Was the first stage
To the life we chose
The concrete gave birth to a rose
And it bloomed for the world to see
Nurtured by the tears of Angels and Gods
I AM HE
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